Publish or perish
What an illusion
As only the visible
Were of importance
Silence and reflection
Will win in the end
But being slow as a
Glacier moving
Towards the sea
It will take a long time
The Tower of Silence
An Empty Wall Of Thoughts
Since a long time
I live hidden
In the mountain
Surrounded by blind people
Busy with themselves
And others not noticing
Me more than my body and presence
The tower is damp and cold
I am a bitter old man
Writing and thinking
Finding little joy in life
While the battle for survival
Goes on in the valley
Few will ever read my thoughts
Long after I am gone
Only the flowers will
In their own way
Enjoy me and my ash
Very well worth
it the price of a great price for a great price
Gone behind the lines
On the other side
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The Self
I do not like myself
Especially
I just have to live
With myself
No peace of mind
Will ever come my way
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Tower of the Self
Dystopia is here with the rain
As well as the cold humidity of a
Meadow in the summer
We never wanted to be here
Always on the run
Moving from city to the city
But being a prison of
Time and circumstances
Not much choices being given
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Protagonist
I have been silent
For such a long time
No uttering a word
Kept my thoughts
To my self
And now I don’t see
Why it would matter
Anymore
All my battles will be lost
All my thoughts will be forgotten
One day so let’s give them
Wings and words
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Brief on Life
Life has different kind of surprises
In store for our simple minds
We are always trapped by it limitations
Can we become more than we are
Can we reach beyond our bounds
And limitations
The storytelling always says yes
It is possible
But reality takes its toll
Preying on what could not be found
Elsewhere but deep inside us
Where our own traitors live
That demands other things than
Expected
Leading us to unknown places
Far from where we once wanted
To go
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Silence
The night has its own silence
So quiet that
Almost nothing is heard
Only the distant
Noise of the heater
The mind space expands
We have to listen
To ourselves sometimes
Accept what we hear
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Gloom
The only way isn’t
Doom and gloom
Just an option
To enjoy the
Apocalypse from
Within
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Winter nights
The winter night is cold
Promises nothing
Only cold feets
And silence
We are waiting
We will wait for a long time
Before the cold spring light
Enters this room
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The MinotaurÂ
Finalising the unthinkable
I have become a monster
A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking
Maze
Without entrance and exit
I walk around looking out
The tiny Windows to see
What is going on in the
Outside world
Hoping, even expecting
The one day an earthquake
Will make the walls
Tremble and fall
More than 4000 years
Have I been waiting
The world has changed
But the tyrants remains
Doing their dirty deed
In front of me every day
While the water slowly
Grinds the stone
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